As anyone who’s ever seen me play softball or touch football knows (or should I say, as anyone who’s ever seen me try to play softball or touch football knows), I’m about the least athletic person on the planet. Which is why I’m glad that I’m able to provide evidence that during the summer of ’76, I was able to raise my game from pathetic to merely embarrassing as part of the Marvel Comics softball team.

What position did I play? I was put wherever the rest of the team felt I could do the least damage at any given moment.

As the certificate below proves, I was the team’s Most Improved Player. But just to show how miserable my performance really was, I’ll point out that the certificate calls me the Most Improved Player … for a Boy. If not for parsing the categories that finely, I’m sure that when the time came to hand out the awards at the banquet at the end of the season, I’d have walked away empty handed.

Because calling any change in my playing abilities an improvement was an act of kindness. Believe me.

The certificate was designed by … wait a second. Let’s make this a quiz.

If you’d like to guess who created these certificates, stop reading now, examine the lettering closely, and think about it for a bit. Then take your guess, scroll down, and see if you were right.

Are you done cogitating?

Ready to know who’s responsible?

Are you sure?

Well, then …

… it’s …

… it’s …

… Marie Severin, of course!

Did you guess correctly?

When I worked in the Marvel Bullpen in the mid-’70s, one of the many things I’m still amazed the company would let a kid like me be in charge of was the 1975 Marvel Comic Con. Phil Seuling, who’d been running the famed July 4th weekend comic book conventions, was the organizational brains of the event, dealing with the hotel, the dealers, the memberships, etc., while I took care of the creative aspects—the panels, the program book, wrangling the talent, and so on.

As a result, there were dozens of memos flying around the office as we tried to pull the thing together, many of them written by me, but quite a few from Stan Lee. Unless there’s a demand for it (which I’m not expecting), I’m going to spare you from having to read any of the memos I wrote while trying to get this off the ground, and just share the missives from those who matter … like the following two-pager from Stan in response to one of my many lists of programming suggestions.

To me, the most intriguing part of the memo is Stan’s insistence that we eschew the word “horror,” because it’s “like waving a red flag to a bull in regards to most parents.” Things have changed a bit in the intervening decades. At least, it seems like they have. (They have, haven’t they?)

As for his comments that the panels needed more artists, that they were too writer-heavy … yeah, what can I say, I was guilty. He had me dead to rights. My writerly bias was showing and Stan properly reined it in … which I hope any of you who made it to the con in 1975 saw.

And speaking of that, a show of hands. How many of you DID attend that convention, now almost 36 years ago?

Back on September 12, 2009, I hinted at an April 20, 1976 memo from Sol Brodsky that somehow related to Jim Shooter. And ever since then, every couple of months, Sean Howe, the guy who’s writing that history of Marvel in the ’70s, has emailed to tell me that he really wants to see that memo. So I figure it’s time I put him out of his misery.

But I’m afraid that for most of you, the memo (I almost typed “email,” which shows how much difficulty I have in looking back so far into the past) will be anticlimactic. Because there won’t seem to be anything intriguing about it at all. For some small number of you, though, it will open a mystery for which I have no answer.

As you can see, Sol’s memo states that Jim had resigned his position as Associate Editor, and that his last day would be May 6, 1976.

But (you might be asking yourself) how can Shooter be quitting? Didn’t he hang around to later take over as Editor-in-Chief in 1978?

Why yes. Yes, he did.

And if you are one of the few who knew that factoid, you probably wish I could explain the meaning of this memo. Well, I can’t. Too much time has passed.

Did Jim quit, take a hiatus from his employment at Marvel, and later return to eventually ascend to the position of Editor-in-Chief? Or did he instead just threaten to quit for some forgotten personal or political reason and get talked out of it, so there was no break at all? I seem to recall the latter, but my memory is so hazy it could just as easily have been the former.

And so I hand this memo over to the care of the corps of truly dedicated Marvel historians out there to figure out what it truly means.

Which may just mean I’m handing it over to Sean and Sean alone. But that’s OK. As I’ve said before, the truth wants to be free.

I created my earliest fiction (well, save for the lies I told my parents) somewhere between age 8 and 11. And the story I wrote was an adventure I couldn’t then get from comic books; not because it couldn’t be done, but because comics hadn’t yet evolved to the point where the corporate entities had the will to do it. It starred all of the Marvel and DC heroes of the day in an epic melee, battling across company lines. Because that was a fannish dream—to erase the boundaries between Marvel and DC and put those heroes and villains in one big playground.

I’d have to wait until 1976 to see the real thing, in the first ever company crossover, Superman vs. The Amazing Spider-Man, written by Gerry Conway.

One of the many documents I’ve been saving since my days in the Marvel Bullpen has been a photocopy of Gerry’s original Marvel-style plot for the book. I haven’t bothered sharing this synopsis online up until now because I was sure someone else must surely have already done it. But an Internet search, as well as a survey of those who ought to know, revealed to me that no one’s ever posted the following outline of Superman vs. The Amazing Spider-Man before.

And so—because information wants to be free—check out something I’ve been lugging around in a file folder for more than three decades. Enjoy another taste of behind-the-scenes secret history.

I normally ignore the Internet meme games I see on Facebook, LiveJournal and Twitter that ask me to do such and such a task and pass it on, but for some reason, this one about Googling your name and seeing what images come up appealed to me. (Chalk it up to ego, I guess.)

Anyway, here’s the first page of pics you get when you do an image search on my name. I’m happy to see that 18 of the 21 images are either of or about me—which means all those other guys out there named Scott Edelman (two of whom are pictured) are slacking off!

As you can see, 14 of the images show me attending various conventions at various weights. And one thing is immediately obvious—I’m spending far too much time hanging around David Louis Edelman. We’re shown together in three of the photos!

Also visible with me in the pics are Jack Williamson, Harlan Ellison, Peter David, Howard Waldrop, Ellen Datlow, Michael Bishop, Paul Di FIlippo, Michael Dirda, and Peter Atkins. You can also see a pic of Irene and me taking Marie Severin out for her 80th birthday. All of which tells me I’ve had the good luck of getting to meet some amazing people in my life.

And if you’re wondering about that comics panel in the center—I cut it out from a 1970s’ British romance comic and carried it in my wallet for several decades until it began to crumble.

OK, so that was interesting. But don’t worry—I don’t plan on succumbing to any more Internet meme games any time soon.

Will Eisner was born March 6, 1917, which means he would have turned 94 tomorrow. Google Australia has decided that’s an event worth celebrating (good for them!), and so turned its logo into an image of The Spirit for the day. But since it’s already tomorrow over in Australia (it’s always the future over there), we can see it that way now.

Though if you should happen to click that link when it’s no longer March 6 in Oz, you’ll have to content yourself with checking out the logo below.

I’m very pleased, even though it would be nice if the art style looked at little more … I don’t know … Eisnery. But I guess I shouldn’t look a gift Spirit in the mask.

Will the U.S. Google follow suit at midnight tonight and give us its own homage to Eisner? I sure hope so!

The Champions was a Marvel Comics supergroup of the mid-’70s created by Tony Isabella which starred Hercules, Ghost Rider, the Black Widow, Angel, and Iceman. Except for a fill-in issue by Chris Claremont, and one scripting assist by Bill Mantlo, Tony handled the first seven issues.

But with The Champions #8, the October 1976 issue (cover below), Bill took over the title and wrote the book until it was cancelled with #17, the January 1978 issue.

But before he began, he laid out his plans for the book in a two-page memo to Gerry Conway and Jim Shooter. Would you like to be able to compare his plans for the group with what actually happened? Well, thanks to my Marvel memo packrat ways, you can. Because here’s that memo!

I’ll leave it up to someone else to check the memo against the books themselves and provide a point by point comparison.

Why am I sharing this with you now? For those who haven’t seen my other findings from the vault (and by vault I mean the couple of file folders I’ve been lugging around for more than three decades)—

First, Sean Howe, editor of the fascinating Give Our Regards to the Atomsmashers!, is working on a history of Marvel in the ’70s, and I’m trying to make sure he has all the info he needs to make it the best possible book it can be. And since I’m going to the effort of scanning these memos and letting him see them, I figure you should get a look at them, too.

But also—when Len Wein suffered a house fire a few years back, which damaged not only his comic book and original art collections but also many historical documents about the secret history of the business, I started to think … what if my house burned down, and it turned out I had the only copies of some of these memos? So I decided to get as many of them online as I could, because the info doesn’t just belong to me, it belongs to everybody who loves comics.

So when you see other posts like this from me in the future … now you’ll know why.

With my birthday at the other end of this month—why, it’s exactly four weeks from today!—I know you’re wracking your brain trying to figure out exactly what to get me to celebrate the date. Well, wrack no further, because over on eBay, I’ve located the perfect gift.

Back in 1994, just two months before his death, Jack Kirby recreated his original cover for Amazing Fantasy #15 (first published in 1962), and that beautiful penciled artwork is now up for sale. The asking price is a mere $60,000. And I know that when it comes to showing your love for me, cost is no object.

Don’t worry. If a couple of you feel you need to chip in together, I won’t hold it against you.

If there’s one thing that my old boss Stan Lee wasn’t known for, it was humility. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Shepherding the Marvel Universe into being was hard enough, but selling it to the world was even harder. You’ve got to be a salesman. And that requires bombast, which Stan had (still has) oozing out of his pores. But humility? Not so much.

Why is why, when Bill Mantlo, who was the writer of Marvel Two-in-One, which teamed up The Thing with a different character each issue, suggested Stan as one month’s co-star, it was surprising that The Man would say … well, see below.

Nothing ever came of it, and I have no idea why. Was it Marv? Was it Roy, Len, or Archie? Or was it that mysterious “etc.”? Who knows? But the team-up never happened.

What’s that? You say you remember a team-up between Stan and Benjamin J. Grimm? Ah, but that wasn’t 35 years ago, just five, in Stan Lee Meets the Thing, published in 2006.

Bill Mantlo had nothing to do with this eventual meet-up. Instead, the issue was written by The Man himself, and drawn by Lee Weeks and Nelson DeCastro.

I won’t say it was a story 30 years in the making … but Bill Mantlo was there first.

As those of you who follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook know, I have a very active dream life. February turned out to be no exception, with a total of 77 recorded dreams. There were mornings I woke to find that I’d scrawled out notes relating to as many as five different dreams through the course of a night night.

Making guest appearances last month were Raylan Givens, Stan Lee, Randy Newman, John Mellencamp, Frank Sinatra, Howard Wolowitz … and who knows, maybe you.

FEBRUARY 2010

I dreamt I stole a baby being mistreated at an old timey exhibit, brought him (or maybe her) home, and then put him up for adoption. 28 Feb

I dreamt I was a kid and snuck into my neighbor’s yard to pet her huge dog. She turned out to be Helen Keller, and we talked. Yes. Talked. 28 Feb

I dreamt I wandered a UK children’s museum, where I met and became friends with Ellen Page, who turned out to work there in her spare time. 28 Feb

I dreamt I arrived at Sovereign Media as if I had a job there, but couldn’t talk to any of my coworkers because they were all on the phone. 27 Feb

I dreamt my son dropped by and told us that he’d lost his wallet, but the more he talked about the more it seemed like he’d been mugged. 27 Feb

I dreamt I followed V’s Erica Evans through the streets of D.C., eating endless apples and dropping their cores behind me to leave a trail. 26 Feb

I dreamt I partied in a speakeasy with a young Frank Sinatra as the liquor flowed freely, flappers danced around us, and tough mugs gambled. 26 Feb

I dreamt I bumped into John Mellencamp in a bookstore, but wanted to respect him and give him his space, so didn’t speak, but merely nodded. 25 Feb

I dreamt that after a workout with The Biggest Loser’s Bob Harper, we agreed to do it again on a specific date and time … in two years. 25 Feb

I dreamt I was far from home and desperately trying to make it home by nightfall. Not quite sure what would happen if I didn’t, though. 25 Feb (more…)